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o  o  Tsj-  T  E  nsr  T  B  -  ^ 

A  jMotlioj:  to  her  Son  of  Seventeen 

Air  quiet  along  the  Potomac  to-night, ^. , . 

i'oume  Elfotse ,  32 

iiold  Sojer  Boy ^ ; Cover 

'omic  Song 94 

i  j  pixie's  I>and , , , /  1 

■;  Darling  Nolly  Grny .- M 

j  Dixie  AA'nr  Song 21 

Kver  he  Happy 3 

i  <  0  Bowers  /. 11 

. I  Lorena 27 

II  My  }^I;u'y  A mu v 20 

II  March  to  the  Buttle  Field. ..:....     f 

|i  Mary-. of  Argylc ,...,.. , f 

'  ^'^yliQX'r  '•"'  ^  Sailier  Boy 10 

i}i  OAV  lied,  w'hite  and  Blue' 30 

|l  Peter  Gray ." 19 

' ! '  Hoot  ITog  or  Die.-. ". .   18 

■  Rock  me  tp  Sieep,  ^[other 1  i 

i  Ivoot  Hog  or  Die  (Southern  version) ' , h' 

•  I  Stonewall  Jackson ^  28'j 

i  Send  th^m  to  the  Happy  Laud  of  Canaan Cover       .• ! 

jl  Song , ^ ,   15 

1!  Southrons,  Hear  your  Country  Call  You 8 

•';  The  Faded  Flowei's. .' .     ^ 

"'he  Soldier's  Tear T 

i  he  Girl  I  Ici't  behind  me 13 

lie  Captyin  .with  his  Whiskers 25  i 

iMirrp  Going  to  the  Wars ' 2 


§mt  ^ancl  ^^ngstct. 


Dixie's  Land. 


THE  ORIGINAL  WORDS. 

I  wish  I  was  in  the  land  ob  cotton, 
Old  times  dar  am  not  forgotten  ; 

Look  away— look  away — look  away* — Dixie  Land 
In  Dixie  Land  whar  I  war  born  in,  • 

Early  on  one  frosty  mornin', 

Look  away — look  away — look  away — Dixie  LansV 
Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dirie, 

Hooray  1  Uoo^ay ! 
In  Dixie's  Land  I'll  took  my  stand, 
To  lib  an'  die  in  Dixie. 

Away,  away,  away  down  South  in  Dixi«*. 
Away,  away,  away  down  South  in  Dijie. 

Old  missus  marry  "  Will-de-weaber," 
William  was  a  gay  deceaber  ; 

Look  away,  &c.  # 

But  when  he  put  his  arms  around  'er, 
lie  smiled  as  fierce  as  a  forty-pounder, 

Look  away.  &c 
Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie,  &c. 

His  face  was  sharp  as  a  butcher's  cleaber, 
But  dat  did  not  seem  to  greab  'er ; 

Look  away,  &c. 
Old  missus  acted  the  foolish  part, 
And  died  for  a  man  that  broke  her  heart, 

Look  away,  &o. 
Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie,  &c. 


'T  w 


DIXIE   LAND   SONGSTER, 

Now  here's  a  health  to  next  old  Missus, 
And  all  the  gals  dat  want  to  kiss  us, 

Look  away,  &c. 
But  if  you  want  to  drive  ^way  sorrow, 
Tome  and  hear  dis  song  to-morrow, 

tiook  away,  &c. 
Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie,  &c. 

Dars  buckwheat  cakes  and  Ingen  batter, 
Makes  you  fat,  or  a  little  fatter. 

Look  away,  &c. 
Don  hoe  it  down  and  scratch  your  grabble, 
To  Dixie^s  Land  I'm  bound  to  trabble, 

Look  a^ay,  &c. 
Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie,  &c. 


You're  Going  to  the  Wars. 

A  Parody  on  Jeanneite  and  Jeannoi. 
You  are  going  to  the  wars,  where  the  dirty  fighting's 

done, 
Wid  your  knapsack  to  your  back  and  your  shoulder  to     | 

your  gun  •  I 

Oh !  you'll  dance  no  more  at  fairs,   nor  go  out  upon  a     ^ 

spree,  ^ 
What's  worse  than  that,  my  Mickey,  you'll  be  forgetting 

me ; 
Wid  your  sojer  coat  of  gray,  when  you're  thramping 

into  town, 
)u'll  break  the  hearts  of  all  the  gals  and  turn  them 

upside  down ; 
And  p'raps  you'll  marry  some  of  them,  and  if  you  do, 

you  see, 
By  the  powers,  1^1  not  rest  in  bed,   but  its  murtherino; 

you  I'll  be. 

By  the  powers,  &c. 


DIXIE   LAND   SONGSTER.  4 

When  the  drums  do  beat  the  «faarge,  you'll  be  dropping 

on  your  back, 
Like  they  do  in  Tipperary,  but  your  skull  will  show  no 

crack ; 
And  when  the  Gineral  hears  of  it,  promoted  you  will  be, 
A  corporal  or  a  body  guard,  what  will  become  of  me  ? 
If  I  were  Queen  of  'Meriky,  or  Confederacy's  King, 
I'd  have  no  guns  used  in  the  wars,  or  any  such  mur- 

thering  things.  [sea. 

All  the  'veutors  of  the  pistols,  I'd  transport  across  the 
And  I'd  kill  the  sojers  dacently,  phelalah's  gramachree. 
And  I'd  kill,  &<:# 


Ever  be  Happy. 

Ever  be  happy  wherever  thou  art, 

Leaving  a  broken  heart ; 

Still  be  thy  bosom  unclouded  with  care. 

Though  I  no  more  am  there. 

Yet,  like  a  star,  worshipp'd  afar — 

Purely  loved  still  thou  art. 

Loved  by  a  broken  heart. 

Ever  be  happy  wherever  thou  art. 

Loved  by  a  ])roken  heart.  * 

Well  I  remember  the  hours  that  we  met 

Oh  !  that  I  could  forget ! 

Oh!  that  oblivion  might  haply  o'er  cast 

Joys  that  too  brightly  passed. 

Oh  !  that  my  soul  thought  might  control 

And  forget  that  thou  wert 

Loved  by  a  trusting  heart. 

Ever  be  happy  wherever  thou  art, 

Loved  by  a  trusting  heart, 

I  can  but  bless  thee  wherever  thou  art 
Bless  thee  with  hopeless  heart ! 


DIXIE   LAND    S0NGST1:E. 

I  can  but  pray  that  no  grief  shall  be  thine-,. 

Grief  such  as  now  is  mine. 

Though  in  the  dust  lies  all  my  trusty 

Yet  beloved  stiM  tho«  art, 

Loved  by  a  changeless  heart. 

Eiver  be  happy  wherever  thou  art,- 

Loved  by  a  changeless  heart. 


March  to  the  Battle  FieldL 

Tune—*'  Oft  in  ike  Stilly  Night  J' 

^  ^• 

March  to  the  battle-field, 

The  foe  is  now  before  us  ; 

Each  heart  is  freedom's  shieM, 

And  heaven  is  smiling  o'er  us  5 

The  woes  and  painSy 

The  galling  chains, 

That  kept  our  spirits  under^ 

In  proud  disdain,. 

We've  brok'n  again. 

And  to  each  link  asunder. 

March  to  the,  &c, 

%  ij. 

Whoy  for  his  country  brave, 

Would  fly  from  her  invader? 

Who,  his  base  life  to  save. 

Would,  traitor-like,  degrade  her? 

Our  hallow-ed  cause. 

Our  home  and  laws, 

^Gainst  tyrant  power  sustaining; 

We''ll  gain  a  crown 

Of  bright  renown. 

Or  die — our  rights  maintaining, 

March  to  the,  &c. 


DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER.  h 

"  Soot  Hog  or  Die." 

Southern  Versiofu 

Old  Abe  Lincoln  keeps  kicking  up  a  fuss — 

I  think  he'd  better  stop  it,  for  he'll  only  make  it  worw; 

We'll  have  our  independence — I'll  tell  you  the  reason 

why, 
Jeff.  Davis  will  m&ke  them  sing  "  Root  hog  or  die.*' 

When  Lincoln  went  to  reinforce  Sumter  for  th(f  fight, 
lie  told  his  men  to  pass  throuo^h  the  harh^T  in  the  night, 
lie  said  to  them  be  careful,  I'll  tell  you  tffe  reason  why. 
The  Southern  boys  are  mighty  bad  on  "Root  hog  or  die." 

Then  Beauregard  called  a  halt  according  to  thp  style — 
The  Lincolnites  faced  about,  and  looked   i   '   '  ild  ; 

They  couldn't  give  the  password,  I'll  tell  y  t^OB 

why, 
Beauregard's  counteriwgn  was  "Root  bog  or  die." 

They  anchored  out  a  battery  upon  the  waters  ^ 

It  was  the  queerest  looking  thing  that  CV'  r  *-■•; 

It  was  the  fiiU  of  Sumter,  I'll  tcU  y-m  thr    '  ..j  , 

It  was  the  Southern  alphabet  of  "  Root  L     • 

They  telegraphed  to  Abraham  they  took  her  like  a  flirt ; 
They   underscored  another   line — "  there  was  nobody 
hurt."  [son  why, 

We  are  bound  to  have  the  Capitol,  I'll  tell  Y"U  the  rea- 
We  wart  to  teach  Old  Al>c  to  sing,  *'  Root  nog  or  die." 

When  Abram  read  the  dispatch  the  t«ar  cnmo  in  hi?  eye — 
He  walled  his  eyes  at  Bobby,  and  Bob  V>egan  to  cry. 
They  prayed  for  Jeff,  to  spare  them,  I'll  tell  you  the 

reason  why, 
They  didn't  want  to  "mark  time"  to  "Root  hog  or  die  " 


DIXIE   LAND    SONGSTER. 

The  "  Kentucky  braves  "  at  Trenton  are  eager  for  ih& 
fight —  [right ; 

They  want  to  help  the  Southern  boys  to  set  Old  Abram 

They  had  to  leave  their  native  State,  I'll  tell  yow  the 
reason  why, 

Old  Kentucky  wouldn't  sing,  *'  Root  hog  or  die/' 


The  Faded  Flower. 

The  flowers  I  saw  in  the  wild-wood 

Have  since  dropped  their  beautiful  leaves  ; 
And  the  i*any  dear  friends  of  my  childhood 

Have  slumbered  for  years  in  their  graves. 
But  the  blooming  of  the  fiowers  I  remember, 

Though  their  smiles  I  shall  never  more  see  ; 
For  the  cold  ehilly  winds  in  December 

Stole  my  flowers,  my  companions,  from  me. 

The  rose  may  bloom  on  the  morrow, 

And  many  dear  friends  I  have  won  ; 
But  my  heart  can  part  with  but  sorrow. 

When  I  thick  of  the  ones  that  are  gone. 
'Tis  no  wonder  that  I  am  broken  hearted. 

And  %tricken  with  sorrow  should  be  ; 
For  we  have  met,  we  have  loved,  we  have  parted. 

My  flowers,  my  companions,  and  me. 

How  dark  looks  the  world  and  how  dreary, 

When  we  part  from  the  ones  that  we  love  ;   • 
But  there  is  rest  for  the  faint  and  the  weary, 

And  friends  meet  with  lost  ones  above. 
But  in  heaven  I  can  but  remember, 

When  from  earth  my  proud  soul  shall  be  free. 
That  no  chilly  winds  of  December 

Shall  steal  my  companions  from  me. 


DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER. 

The  Soldier's  Teax.     ' 

Upon  the  bill  he  turned,  to  take  a  last  fond  look, 

Of  the  valley  and  the  village  church,  and  the  cottage  bv  the 

brook : 
He  listened  to  the  sound,  so  familiar  to  his  ear, 
And  the  soldier  leant  upon  his  sword,  and  wiped  away  a  ler.i 

Beside  that  cottage  porch,  a  girl  was  on  her  knees ; 
She  held  aloft  a  snowy  scarf,  which  flutter'd  in  the  breozi 
She  breathed  a  prayer  for  him,  a  prayer  he  could  not  hear. 
But  he  paused  to  bless  her  as  she  knelt,  and  wiped  away  . 
tear.  ^  ^ 

He  turn'd  and  left  the  spot ;  oh  I  do  not  deeTifhira  weak, 
For  dauntless  was  the  soldier's  heart,  though  tears  were  <.«n 

his  cheek ; 
Go  watch  the  foremost  ranks,  in  danger's  dark  career, 
Be  sure  the  hand  most  daring  there,  has  w^iped  away  o  tc»^ 


Mary  of  Argyle. 

I  have  heard  the  wave  singing 

Its  love  song  to  the  morn  ; 
I  have  saw  the  dow-drop  clinging 

To  the  rose  just  newly  born  ; 
But  a  sweeter  song  has  cheered  me,  • 

At  the  evening's  gentle  close  ; 
Ajid  I've  seen  an  eye  still  brighter 
Than  the  dew-drop  on  the  rose. 
'Twas  thy  voice,  my  gentle  Mary. 
And  thy  artless,  winning  smile, 
That  made  this  world  an  Eden, 
Bonny  Mary  of  Ar<:ylc. 

Thougli  thy  voice  may  lose  its  sweetness, 
And  thine  eye  its  brightness  too; 

Though  thy  step  may  lack  its  fleetnes«, 
And  thy  hair  its  sunny  hue. 


DIXIE   LAND    SONGSTER. 

Still  to  me  wilt  thou  be  dearer 

Than  all  the  world  shall  Own  ; 
I  have  loved  thee  for  thy  beauty, 
But  not  for  that  alone. 

I  have  watched  thy  heart,  dear  Mary, 
And  its  goodness  was  the  wile, 
That  has  made  thee  mine  forever, 
Bonny  Mary  of  Argyle. 


[From  the  Mississippian.] 

Southrons,  liear  your  Country  Call 
You. 

BY  ALBERT  PIKE,  of  Arkansas. 
[To  the  tunes  of  Dixie.) 
Southrons,  hear  your  country  call  you ! 
Up  !  lest  worse  than  death  befall  you  ! 

To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Lo  !  all  the  beacon  fires  aie  lighted, 
Lo !  all  hearts  be  now  united  ! 

To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
'■'^ORUS. —  Advance  the  flag  of  Dixie  ! 
Hurrah !  hurrah ! 
Fpr  Dixie's  land  we'll  take  our  stand, 
t     And  live  or  die  for  Dixie  ! 
To  arms  !  to  arms  ! 
And  conquer  peace  for  Dixie  ! 

To  arms  !  to  arms  ! 
And  conquer  peace  for  Dixie  ! 
Hear  the  Northern  thunders  mutter ! 
Northern  flags  in  South  winds  flutter  !  • 

To  arms  !  etc. 
Send  them  back  your  fierce  defiance  ! 
Stamp  upon  the  accurs'd  alliance  ! 
To  arms !  etc. 
Advance  the  flag  of  Dixie,  etc. 


DIXIE   LAND    SONGSTEE. 

Fear  no  danger  !  Bhun  no  labor ! 
Lift  up  rifle,  pike  and  sabrel 

To  arms  !  etc. 
Shoulder  pressing  close  to  shoulder, 
Let  the  odds  make  each  heart  bolder ! 

To  arms  !  etc. 
Advance  the  flag  of  Dixie,  etc.  ', 

How  the  South's  great  heart  rejoic«« 
At  your  cannon's  ringing  voices  ! 

To  arms !  etc. 
For  faith  betrayed  and  pledges  broken, 
Wrongs  inflicted,  insults  spoken  ;  p 

To  arms!    etc. 
Advance  the  flag  of  Dixie,  etc. 

Strong  as  lions,  swift  as  eagles, 

Back  U)  their  kennels  hunt  the  beagles  I 

To  arms !  etc. 
Cut  the  unequal  bonds  asunder! 
Let  them  each  other  plunder  ! 

To  arms  !  etc. 
Advance  the  flag  of  Dixie,  etc. 
Swear  upon  your  country's  altar, 
Never  to  submit  or  falter. 

To  arms !  etc.*  * 

'Till  the  spoilers  are  defeated, 
'Till  the  Lord's  work  is  completed  I 

To  arms !  etc. 
Advance  the  flag  of  Dixie,  etc. 

Halt  not  'till  our  Federation 

Secures  'mong  earth's  powers  its  station  I 

To  arms  1  etc. 
Then  at  peace  and  crowned  with  glory, 
Hear  your  children  tell  the  story  I 

To  arms !  etc. 
Advance  the  flag  of  Dixie,  etc. 


10  £IXIE   LAND    SONGSTER. 

If  the  loved  ones  weep  in  sadness, 
Victory  soon  shall  bring  them  gladness  ! 

To  arms  !  etc. 
Exultant  pride  soon  banish  sorrow. 
Smiles  chase  tears  away  to-morrow ! 

To  arms  t  etc. 
Advance  the  flag  of  Dixie,  etc. 


My  Love  is  a  Sailier  Boy. 

I. 

My  love  is  a  Sailier  Boy,  so  galorious  and  so  bold, 
He's  tall  af  a  flag  staff,  and  only  nineteen  years  old  ; 
For  to  cruise  the  wide  world  h'^  left  his  own  dear, 
And  my  heart  is  a  busting  because  he's  not  here. 
For  liis  spirits  was  tremendious,  oh,  fierce  to  behold, 
For  a  young  man,  bred  a  butcher  boy,  only  nineteen 
years  old. 

II. 
His  parents  bound  him  to  a  carpenter. 
But  a  sea-faring  life  he  did  much  prefer; 
His  mind  was  a  boiling,  but  he  did  not  keer. 
For  all  that  he  wished  was  a  clam  boat  to  steer. 
For  his  spirits,  &c. 
III. 
Oh-,  my  bus-sum  is  tos-sed-ed,  like  the  deep  rolling  sea, 
For  fear  his-affeetions  don't  still  point  to  me  ; 
For  a  sweetheart  ean  be  in"  every  port,  so  Vm  told, 
More  particularly  for  a  young  man  only  nineteen  years 
For  his  spirits,  &c.  [old. 

IV. 

If  that  ere  young  man  my  husband  ne'er  can  be, 
But  lay  a  stiff  corpuses  in  the  bottom  of  the  sea  ; 
The  weeds  of  a  widder,  so  dismal  to  behold, 
I'd  wear  for  my  Sailier  Boy,  only  nineteen  years  old. 
For  his  spirits,  &c. 


DIXIE   LAND    SONGSTER.  1! 

Joe  Bowers. 

My  name  it  is  Joe  Bowers, 

I  have  got  a  brother  Ik«, 
I  came  from  old  Missouri, 

Yes,  all  the  y^aj  from  Pike. 
I  tell  you  why  I  left  there, 

And  how  I  came  to  roam. 
And  leave  my  poor  old  mamma. 

So  far  away  from  home. 

I  used  to  love  a  gal  there, 

Her  name  'twas  Sally  Black. 
I  asked  her  if  she  would  marry  ni" 

She  said  it  was  a  whack. 
Says  she  to  me,  Joe  Bowers, 

Before  we  hitch  for  life, 
You  had  better  buy  a  little  house. 

To  keep  your  little  wife. 

Says  I  to  her,  my  dearest  Sally, 

Oh  !  Sally,  for  your  sake, 
I'll  go  to  California, 

And  try  to  raise  a  stake. 
Says  she  to  me,  Joe  Bowers, 

You  are  the  man  to  win,  • 

So  here's  a  kiss  to  seal  the  bar^ii 

And  she  chucked  a  dozen  in. 

When  I  got  to  that  country, 

I  hadn't  nary  red. 
I  had  such  wolfish  feelings, 

I  wishfd    myself  most  dead. 
But  then  I  thought  of  Sally, 

And  it  made  such  ferlings  get, 
And  Vrhispcrcd  hopes  to  Bowers, 

I  wish  I  had  'em  yet. 


12  DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER. 

At  length  I  went  to  mining, 

Put  in  my  biggest  licks, 
€ame  down  upon  the  shiners. 

Just  like  a  thousand  bricks. 
I  worked  both  late  and  early, 

In  sun,  in  rain,  and  «now ; 
S've  worked  for  my  Sally  dear. 

It  was  all  the  same  by  Joe. 

At  length  I  got  a  letter, 

It  was  from  brother  Ike, 
It  came  from  Old  Missouri-, 
*Yes,  all  the  way  from  Pike. 
It  brought  the  gol-darndest  news 

That  ever  you  did  hear. 
My  heart  it  is  a  bursting,' 
So  pray  excuse  these  tears. 

[Tears  fall  fast.) 

It  said  that  Sally  was  false  to  me. 

And  that  her  iove  had  fled ; 
That  Sally  had  married  a  Butcher, 

And  the  Butcher's  hair  was  red. 
And  more  than  that  the  letter  said^ 
f      'Tis  enough  to  make  one  swear. 
That  Sally  had  got  a  baby. 

And  the  baby  had  red  hair.  , 

{Sensatio/i. 
And  now  I  have  told  you  all, 

About  this  v€ry  sad  affair, 
ilow  Sally  was  married  to  a  butcher, 

And  the  butcher  had  red  hair. 
But  whether  the  baby  was  a  girl  or  boy. 

The  letter  it  never  said  ; 
It  only  said  that  the  baby's  hair 

Was  rather  inclined  to  be  red. 

i  Great  sensation.) 


DIXIE   LAND   SONGSTER.  13 

The  Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me. 

The  hour  was  sad  I  left  the  maid, 

A  ling'ring  fare^rell  taking, 
Her  sighs  and  tears  my  steps  delayed, 

I  thought  her  heart  was  breaking  ; 
In  hurried  words  her  name  I  blessed, 

I  breath'd  the  tows  that  bind  me, 
And  to  my  heart  in  anguish  press'd 

The  girl  I  left  behind  me. 

Th«^n  to  the  east  wc  bore  away, 

To  win  a  name  in  story, 
And  there,  where  dawns  the  sun  of  day. 

There  dawn'd  our  sun  of  glory: 
Both  Vjlaz.ed  in  n<X)n  on  Alma's  height, 

Where  in  the  post  assigned  me, 
I  shared  the  glory  of  that  fight, 

Sweet  girl  I  left  behind  me. 

Full  many  a  name  our  banners  bore, 

Of  former  deeds  of  daring. 
But  they  were  of  the  days  of  yorO; 

In  which  we  had  no  f/i;»Tii)g. 
But  now,  our  laurels  freshly  w  n, 

M'ith  the  (dd  ones  shall  entwined  Ix,  ' 
Still  worthy  (»f  our  sires  each  son, 

Sweet  girl  I  left  behind  me. 

The  hope  of  final  victory, 

"Within  my  bosom  burning. 
Is  mingling  with  sweet  thoughts  of  thee. 

And  of  my  fond  returning  ; 
But  should  I  ne'er  return  again, 

Still  worth  thy  love  thou'lt  find  me, 
Dishonor's  breath  shall  never  stain 

The  name  I'll  leave  behind  mc. 


14  DIXIE   LAND    SONGSTER. 

Rock  Me  to  Sleep,  Mother. 

Backward,  turn  backward,  oh  Time,  in  your  flight. 
Make  me  a  child  again,  just  for  to-night! 
Mother,  come  back  from  the  echoless  shore. 
Take  me  again  to  your  heart  as  yore — 
Kiss  from  my  forehead  the  furrows  of  care, 
Smooth  the  few  silver  threads  out  of  my  hair — 
Over  my  slumbers  your  loving  watch  keep- 
Rock  me  to  sleep,  Mother,  rock  me  to  sleep  ! 


Backward,  flow  backward,  oh  tide  of  yore  ] 
I  am  so  weary  of  toils  and  tears — 
Toil  without  recompense — tears  all  in  vain — 
Take  tliem  and  give  me  my  childhood  again .' 
I  have  grown  weary  of  dust  and  decay, 
Weary  of  flinging  my  soul-wealth  away — 
Weary  of  sowing  for  others  to  reap — 
IXock  mc  to  sleep,  Mother,  rock  me  to  sleep  ! 


Fired  of  the  hollow,  the  base,  the  untrue, 
Mother,  cCi  mother,  my  heart  calls  for  you  ! 
Many  a  summer  the  grass  has  grown  green, 
Hlossomed«,nd  faded — our  faces  between — 
Yet  with  strong  yearning  and  passionate  pain. 
Long  I  to-night  for  your  presence  again ; 
Come  from  the  silence  so  long  and  so  deep — 
Rock  me  to  sleep,  Mother,  rock  me  to  sleep  ! 

Over  my  heart,  in  days  that  are  flown, 
No  love  like  mother-love  ever  was  shown — 
No  other  worship  abides  and  endures, 
Faithful,  unselfish  and  patient,  like  yours. 


DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER.  lo 

Kone  like  a  mother  can  charm  away  pain 
From  the  gick  soul  and  the  world-'weary  brain  ; 
Slumbers  soft  and  calm  o'er  my  heavy  lids  creep- 
Rock  me  to  sleep,  Mother,  rock  me  to  sleep  I 

Come,  4et  your  brown  hair,  just  lighted  with  gold. 
Fall  on  your  shoulders  again  as  of  old — 
Let  it  fall  over  your  forehead  to-night, 
Shading  ray  faint  eyes  away  from  the  light — 
For  with  its  sunny-edged  shadows  once  more 
Haply  will  throng  the  sweet  visions  of  yore. 
Lovingly,  softly,  its  bright  billows  weep — 
Rock  me  to  sleep,  Mother,  rock  me  to  sleep  I 

Mother,  dear  mother,  the  years  have  been  long. 
Since  I  last  hushed  to  your  lullaby  song  — 
Since  then,  and  unto  my  soul  it  shall  soem 
Womanhood's  years  have  been  but  a  dream  : 
Clasped  to  your  arm»  in  a  loving  embrace, 
AVith  your  light  lashes  just  sweeping  my  face, 
Never  hereafter  to  wake  or  to  weep — 
Rook  me  to  sleep.  Mother,  rock  me  to  sleep  I 


Song. 

"Vrltten  for  the  "Gilmer  Blues"'  of  Lexington,  6%^  by  E.  Yvcvc 

Air — ''Dixie's  Latid.'* 
I. 
Oomradcs,  come  and  join  the  chorus, 
Sing  for  the  land  whose  flag  waves  o'er  us, 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  !  Dixie's  Land 
Bright  as  the  sun  that  waves  upon  her 
Is  th'  escutcheon  of  her  honor. 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  !  Dixie's  Land. 


IB  DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER. 

God  bless  the  land  of  Dixie  ! 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 
By  Dixie's  Land  we'll  take  our  stand 
To  live  and  die  for  Dixie 

Hurrah  !  hurrah ! 
We'll  live  and  die  for  Dixie. 


Land  of  hero's  !  Land  of  sages  ! 
Brightest  land  on  history's  pages ! 

Hurrah  !  hurrah !  hurrah    Dixie's  Land. 
Land  of  freedom,  Land  of  beauty ! 
To  love  her  is  our  highest  duty. 

Hurrah!  hurrah!  hurrah!  Dixie's  Land, 

God  bless  the  Land  of  Dixie  ! 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 
By  Dixie's  Land  vs^e'll  take  our  stand. 
To  live  and  die  for  Dixie  I 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 
We'll  live  and  die  for  Dixie. 


Witkifire,  and  sword,  and  gleaming  armor, 
The  Northern  hordes  come  down  to  harm  her, 
Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  !  Dixies  Land. 
But  foot  to  foot  we  rush  to  meet  them, 
And  to  bloody  graves  we'll  greet  them, 

Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  !  Dixie's  Land, 
Our  swordg  are  out  for  Dixie, 

Hurrah !  hurrah  ! 
No  hostile  foot  shall  long  pollute 
The'feacred  soil  of  Dixie, 

Hurrah !  hurrah ! 
We'll  drive  the  dogs  from  Dixie, 


OTXrE   LAN«    SONGSTER.  17 

t>on)  every  hill  and  erery  valley, 
To  her  flag  her  children  rally, 

Hurrah  !  hurrali !  hurrah  i  Dixie's  Lan<i. 
Arm'd  in  the  cause  of  right  and  freedom, 
The  God  of  hosts  hiuif^elf  will  lead  them, 

Hurrah  1  h<urr*h";  harrah  !  Pixie's  Land 
Who  will  not  figtt  for  Dixie  ? 

Away !  away! ' 
Ilis  traitor  heart  sliall  have  no  pa^t 
In  the  sacred  soil  of  Dixie, 

Away  -!  away ! 
He  shall  not  sfeep  in  Dixie, 


Darling  Nelly  Gray,         • 

There's  a  low  green  valley  on  the  old  Kentucky  sh(  n-. 

There  I've  whiled  many  happy  hours  away,    ••  • 
A  sitting  and  a  singing  by  the  little  ,TottagP(  do^'C 

Whoi'o  lived  my  darling  Nelly  Or»iy. 
Cmobcs  : 
*Hi  1  my  poor  Nolly  <^!ray,  they  have  taken  you  aw  at 

And  I'll  never  see  my  darling  any  more. 
Tm  silting  by  the  river  and  I'm  weeping  all  tne  dny. 

For  you're  gone  from  the  oM  Kentucky  shore- 
When  the  moon  had  climbed  tl»€  mountam  and  ihentai; 
were  shining  too. 

Then  I'd  take  my  <larJing  Nelly  Gray, 
vTid  we'd  float  dov.n  the  river  in  my  littlo  r«^<i  r.mj>« 

While  my  banjo  sweetly  I  would  play 
Oh  I  my  poor  Nelly  Gray,  &c. 

My  canoe  is  under  water,  and  my  banjoes  unstrung. 

And  I'm  tired  of  living  any  more,  ^ 

B 


is  DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER. 

My  eyes  shall  look  downward,  and  my  song  shall  bo  mi- 
sung, 
While  I  stay  on  the  old  Kentucky  shore. 
Oh  !.  my  poor  Nelly  Gray,  &c. 

My  eyes  are  getting  blinded,  and  I  cannot  see  my  way  ; 

Hark  !  There's  somebody  knoking  at  the  door — 
Oh  !  I  hear  the  angels  calling,  and  I  see  my  Nelly  Gray. 
Farewell  to  the  old  Kentucky  shore. 
CnoRUS  TO  Last  Yebse  : 
Oh  I  my  darling  Nelly  Gray,  up  in  heaven  there  they 
say. 
That  they'll  never  take  you  from  me  any  more, 
I'ni  coming,   coming,   coming,  as  the  angels  clear  tho 
^y     way, 

Farewell  to  the  old  Kentucky  shore. 


V  *, 


Root  Hog  or  Die. 

Vm  right  from  old  Virginy,  wid  my  pocket  full  oh  news, 

I'm  worth  twenty  shillings  right  so.uare  in  my  shoes; 

It  doesent  make  a  dif  of  bitte;i-ance  to  neider  you  nor  I, 

Big  pigV)r  little  pig,  Root  hog  or  die. 

I'm  chief  cook  and  bottle  washer,  cap'n  ob  de  waitertJ, 
I  stand  upon  my  head  when  I  peel  de  apple  dumplins. 

I'se  de  happiest  darkee  on  de  top  ob-de  earth, 
I' get  fat  as  possum  in  de  time  ob  de  dearth  ; 
Like  a  pig  in  a  tater  patch  dar  let  me  lie, 
Way  down  in  old  Virginia  whar  its  Root  hog  or  die. 

9^Z)c  Richmond  dandies  dey  look  so  very  grand, 

Old  clotbes  B'sfcd  me  down  gloves  upon  de  hand, 
.  ^High  heel  boots,  moustaches  round  de  eye, 
^  A  perfect  sick  family  ob  Root  hog  or  die. 

I 


DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER.  19 

He  Richmond  gals  dey  do  beat  dem  all, 

Dej  wear  high  heel  shoes  for  to  make  demself  8  tall : 

If  dey  don't  hab  dem  de  Lor  how  d£j'l  cry, 

I>e  boys  hab  got  to  get  dem  or  else  Root  hog  or  die. 

l>e  shanghie  coats  dey're  getting  all  de  go, 

Whar  de  boys  get  dem  I  really  don't  know  ; 

But  dey're  bound  to  get  dem  if  dey  don't  hang  too  high. 

()t  else  dey  make  de  tailors  run,  Root  hog  or  die. 


Peter  Gray. 

I'll  tell  you  of  a  nice  young  man, 

Whose  name  was  Peter  Gray, 
And  the  town  that  he  was  born  iih  m  ^ 

Was  Pennsylvania.  |B{4I 

Chorus. — Blow  ye  winds  of  morning, 
Blow  ye  winds  I  oh, 
Oh,  blow  ye  winds  of  morning,* 
Oh,  blow  ye  winds  1  oh. 


This  Peter  Gray  did  fall  in 


^. 


All  with  a  nice  yo\l^  gurl, 
The  first  two  letters  of  ner  name 
Was  Loo-egge-ian-na  Quirl. 
Chorus. — Blow  ve  winds^fcc. 


id^|c. 

sa^f. 


Just  as  they  were  ^Kfl  ^  wed, 
Hep  father  did  say^o,        ^ 
•  And  quin-ci-contly  she  was  sent 
Beyond  the  0-hi-o.  .» 
Chorus. — Blow  ye  winds,  &c. 

When  Peter  heard  his  love  was  lost, 
He  knew  not  what  to  say, 


m  DIXIE   LAND    SONGSTER. 

Ile'd  half  a  mind  to  jump  into 
The  Sus-que-han-i-a. 
Chorus. — Blow  ye  winds,  &c. 

But  he  went  traveling  to  the  west 

For  furs  and  other  things, 
And  there  was  caught  and  kUled  and  dresi 

All  by  the  In-gi-ins. 
Chorus. — Blow  ye  winds,  &c. 

When  Loo-egge  ianna  heard  the  new?. 

She  straitway  went  to  bed, 
And  never  did  get  up  again 
Until  she  di-i-ed. 
Ohorus. — Blow  ye  winds,  &c. 

Ye€athers  all  a  warning  take. 
Each  one  as  has  a  gurl, 
^"  And  think  upon  poor  Peter  Gray 

And  Loo-egge-ianna  Quirl. 
Ok»rus. — Blow  ye  winds,  &c. 


*  My  Mary  Ann, 

Fare  you  well,  my  Mary  Ann, 

Fare  you  weUisfor  a  while. 
For  the  ship  it^^lfeady  and  the  wind  it  is  fkir, 

And  I  am  bpmidlor  the  sea,  my  Mary  Ann. 
o   And  I  am  bound  for  the  sea,  Mary  Ann. 

Don't  you  see  that  turtle  dove, 
A  sitting  on  yonder  pile  ? 

Lamenting  the  loss  of  its  own  true  lov«. 
And  so  am  I  lor  mine,  Mary  Ann, 
And  so  am  I  for  mine,  Mary  Ann. 


t4, 


DIXIE   LAND    SONGSTER.  il 

A  lobster  in  a  lobster  pot, 

A  blue  fish  riggling  ou  a  hook, 

May  suffer  some,  but  oh  no,  not 
What  I  do  feel  for  my  M  iry  Ann, 
What  I  do  feel  for  my  Mary  Ann. 

The  pride  of  all  the  produce  rare, 
That  in  our  kitchen  gai^en  grow'd, 

AV'as  pumpkins,  but  noi;e  could  compare. 
In  angel  form  to  my  Mary  Ann, 
In  angol  form  to  my  Mary  Ann. 


Dixie  War  Song. 

Words  by  II.  S.  Stanfon,  E.-^q. 
Hear  ye  not  the  sounds  of  battle. 
Sabres  clash  and  muekete  rattle? 

To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  t 
Hostile  footsteps  on  our  border, 
,  Hostile  columns  tread  in  order, 

To  arms  I  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  I 

Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie  I 

To  arma  1  to  arms  ! 
From  Dixie's  land  we'll  route  the  band.  ^ 
That  comes  to  conquer  Dixie, 

To  arms  ! 
T«»  jirnis  I  and  route  the  foe  from  Dixie. 
t>ee  the  red  smoke  hangiifc  o'er  us  ! 
Hear  the  cannon's  booiailJ^  chorus  I 

To  arms  I  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
See  our  steady  columns  forming, 
Hear  the  shouting  !  he.ir  the  st<3rming  ! 
To  arras  !  to  arms  !  if)  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie  !  Ac. 

Gird  your  loins  with  sword  and  sabre, 
Give  your  lives  to  freedom's  labor  ! 

To  arms  I  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  I 


22  DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER. 

What  though  every  hearth  be  saddened  ? 
What  though  all  the  land  be  reddened  ? 
To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie  !  &c. 

Shall  this  boasting,  mad  invader 
Trample  Dixie  and  degrade  her  ? 

To  arms  !  to  arms !  to  arms  in  Dixie. 
By  our  fathers'  proud  example  ! 
Southern  soil  they  shall  not  trample  ! 

To  arms  !  to  arms !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Oh  !  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie,  &c. 

Southrons  meet  them  on  the  border  ! 
Charge  them  into  wild  disorder  ! 

To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie ! 
Hew  the  Vandals  down  before  you  ! 
Till  the  last  inch  they  restore  you  ! 

To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie  !  &c. 
Through  the  echoing  hills  resounding. 
Hear  the. Southern  bugles  sounding, 

To  arms !  *to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Arouse  from  every  hill  and  valley, 
List  the  bugle  !  rally  !  rally  ! 

To  arms  !  to  arms  !  to  arms  in  Dixie  ! 
Oh,  fly  to  arms  in  Dixie  !  &c. 


[From  the  Charleston  Courier.]  I 

A  Mother  to  Her  Son  of  Seventeen. 

Go,  darling  to  the  conflict ; 

Thy  mother  bids  thee  go  ; 
To  meet  the  hi-reling  Hessian — 

The  base  usurping  foe — 
Unworthy  foe,  I  grant  thee. 

But  go  !  my  brave  boy,  go  ! 


DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER.  23 

Hark!  Butler's  beastlv  "order" — 

Fit  stay  for  such  a  cause — 
And  "  Ilutiter's  proclamation," 

Subverting  sacred  laws. 
Then  nerve  thee  to  the  conflict. 

This  is  no  time  for  pause. 

True  to  Virginia's  daughter^, 

List  t<   their  cry  of  wrong  I 
And  "  Maryland,  ray  Maryland," 

Appealing  now  in  song  : 
Like  Israel's  weary  captives, 

Witli  harp  and  heart  unstrung. 

Turn  to  thine  own  loved  hearthston**, 

The  gentle  sister  there  ; 
The  mother  who  hath  borne  thee, 

Reared  thee  with  tender  care, 
Thy  brother,  young  and  helpless, 

Thy  sire,  with  silvery  hair. 

Look  o'er  this  land  of  beauty 

Thy  God  in  love  hath  given, 
A  precious  boon  hef|ueathed  thee, 

Bequeailted  in  trust  of  Heaven-^ 
Its  sacred  soil  invaded, 

Its  peace  by  i^^men  riven. 

It  is  no  C"Hnmon  cause,  my  boy, 

Which  sterol v  bids  thee  go  ; 
Thy  country,  crush(»l  and  trampled 

IJy  sordid,  vandal  foe  ; 
Iler  daughters  bowed  and  weeping, 

Her  noblest  sons  laid  low. 

Then  gird  thee  for  the  conflict, 
Haste  to  the  bloody  field  ; 


^+  DIXIE    LAND    SONGS'OIIS 

Go  forth  to  conquer  or  to  die, 
But  never,  never  yield. 

A  father's  blessing  on  thee,  boy,. 
A  mother's  prayer  thy  shield. 


Comic  Song. 

OOMPOSKD  BY  MB.  E.  KING,  EICEMOND,    VA 

Tune — Charlkif  over  the  'Abater. 

Oh  have  you  not  heard  o-f  the  "^a„ly  f»ld  ape  " 

Who  Lords  it  in  Washingtoa  city  ? 

Whose  aim  and  desire  is  to  burn  ap  with  lire- 

Our  farms  and  our  homes  withoat  pity  : 

A  cunning  old  "  fop,"  calFd  "  Genercd  BcoUr 

The  job  undertook — fo-r  'twas  rish  fun  — 

T:>  gather  the  mobs,  of  cut-throats  and  snobs  \ 

And  march  them  in  iriumph  to  Richmond  T' 

Then  bang  a\vay — fire  away — go  it  my  lads, 
Our  motto  is  ^  Booty  and  Beauty," 
We'll  kill  and  we'^11  slay,  all  who  come  in  our  way, 
Was  their  Battle  cry,  "'Onward  to  Richmond  I" 

Now  a  cute  Irttie  chap,  ''Jeff  Dains''  hy  name, 

Who  lived  in  a  place  they  call  ''Dixie ;" 

Had  a  whole  heap  of  sont;,  aM  armed  witli  pop  yufu,. 

They  were  nimble  as  cats,  and  as  frisky  ! 

With  determined  indent,  to  "Manassas'^  they  went^ 

All  hid  in  the  bus-hes  by  '^  Bull  Run," 

To  wait  for  these  shavers-,  and  "  Billy's  Zouavers,^' 

As  they  marched  on  their  way  down  to  Richmond. 

Then  bang  away — fire  away — go  it  my  lads,. 
Our  mo^to  is  "  Booty  and  Beauty," 
We'll  kill  and  we'll  slay,  all  who  come  in  our  way. 
Was  their  Battle  cry,  "Onward  to  Uicnmond  V' 


DIXIE    LAND    SONOSTER.  25 

Tliirt  villainous  crew  quick  clanioroue  grew    - 

For  the  spoils  of  war — and  its  flatteries — 

When  oh  !  what  a  spree,  in  the  midst  of  their  glee» 

Banff! goes-  "  tJifse  infernal  ittasked  batteries  '" 

"Jeiff'a     sons  gave  a  shout,  and  a  terrilde  rout. 

From  left,  right  and  centre  crept  into  them  ; 

firave  "Jo/ni.'itoii''  fought  hard^  and  true  ''Beovregaril' 

Scared  tkc  whole  rabble  back  into  W'ashingtan  1 

TlTen  hurrah  for  our  Flag  with  its  Bars  and  its  Slar.i. 
All  blended  together  in  beauty  ; 
It  shall  float  o'er  the  free,  on  land  and  (ui  sea» 
Fair  emblem  of  "Hope"  and  our  duty. 

"  ENCORE." 

i^eeing  how  they  were  ^'itcared,"  old  Sfott  now  dcclan-<l 

To  old  Abe^  "  tliai  he  never  had  ordered,  it ;" 

And  ho  swore  with  a  growl  that  "  Gen.  McDowefV 

Was  wholly  to  blame  f  >r  perfornjing  it ! 

'•  Horse,  cannon  and  ball — tents,  baggage  and  all," 

'' Aro  eapturcd — my  very  kind  master," 

"  So  let  me  retire,  far  away  from  your  ire." 

"  For  I  ne'er  can  o'er  come  this  disaster  '." 

•  This  terrible  rout  has  given  me  the  ''  6V</^/,'' 
"  And  my  days,  they  are  very  nigh  spent  sir." 
So  *^Abe"  let  the  old  rascal  bamV)t>ozlo  him  0,1  r 
'>/"  his  pay  I  an<l  to  France  off  he  \^cnt,  sir. 


The  Captain  With  His  Whiskers. 

BY    W.    J.    FLORE.NCK. 
I. 

As  tlicj  niarclied  thro'  the  town  witli  their  bann.M- 

I  ran  to  the  window  to  hear  the  band  play ; 

I  peeped  thro'  the  blinds  very  cautiously  then, 

Lest  t!ie  neighbors  should  .say  1  was  looking  at  the  hku. 


26  .  DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER. 

Oh  !  I  heard  the  drums  beat,  and  the  music  so  sweet, 
But  my  eyes  at  the  time  caught  a  much  greater  treat ; 
The  troops  were  tlie  finest  I  ever  did  see, 
And  the  Captain  with  his  whiskers  took  a  sly  glance  at  me. 


When  we  met  at  the  Ball,  I  of  course  thought  'twas  right, 

To  pretend  that  we  never  had  met  before  that  night, 

But  he  knew  me  at  once,  I  perceived  by  his  glance, 

And  I  hung  down  my  head  when  he  asked  me  to  dance. 

Oh  !   he  sat  by  my  side  at  the  end  of  the  set. 

And  the  sweet  words  he  spoke  I  shall  never  forget ; 

For  my  lieart  was  enlisted  and  could  not  get  free, 

As  the  Captain  with  his  whiskers  took  a  si}'-  glance  at  me. 

III. 

But  he  mareh'd  from  the  town,  and  I  saw  him  no  more, 

Yet  I  think  of  him  oft',  and  the  whiskers  he  wore; 

I  dream  all  the  night,  and  I  talk  all  the  day. 

Of  the  love  of  a  Captain  who  went  far  away. 

I  remember  with  super-abundant  delight, 

'When  we  met  in  the  street,  and  we  danced  all  the  night; 

And  keep  in  my  mind  how  my  heart  jumped  with  glee, 

As  the  Captain  with  his  whiskers  took  a  sly  glance  at  me. 


But  there's  hope — for  a  friend  just  ten  minutes  ago 
Said  the  (Captain's  returned  from  the  war,  and  I  know 
He'll  be.  searching  for  me  with  considerable  zest, 
And  when  I  am  found — but — oh- — you  know  all  the  rest. 
Perhaps  he  is  here,  let  me  look  'round  the  house. 
Keep  still  every  one  of  you,  still  as  a  mouse  ; 
For  if  the  dear  creature  is  here,  he  will  be 
With  his  whiskers  a  taking  a  sly  glance  at  me. 


DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER. 

Lorena. 

I. 

The  joaTH  creep  slowly  by,  Lorena, 

The  snow  is  on  the  grass  again  ; 
The  suns  low  down  the  sky,  Lorena. 

The  frost  or]earhs  where  the  flowers  have  l6>een 
But  the  heart  throbs  on  as  warmly  now, 

As  when  the  summer  days  were  nigh  ; 
Oh  I  the  sun  can  never  dip  so  low, 

Adown  affection's  cloudless  sky. 

II. 
A  hundred  montlis  have  passed,  Lorena, 

Since  last  I  held  that  hand  in  mi;  c  ; 
And  felt  the  pulse  beat  fast,  Lorena, 

Though  mine  l>fat  faster  far  than  thine  ; 
A  hundred  months,  'twas  flowery  May. 

When  up  the  hilly  slope  we  climbed  ; 
To  Watch  the  dying  of  the  day, 

And  hear  the  distant  church  bells  chime. 

III. 
We  loved  each  other  then,  Lorena, 

More  than  we  ever  dared  to  tell ; 
And  what  we  might  have  l)eon,  Lorena. 

Had  but  our  hnings  prospered  well — 
But  then,  'tis  past,  the  years  are  gone, 

I'll  not  call  up  their  shadowy  fornjs  : 
I'll  say  to  them,  '*  lost  years  sleep  on  ! 

Sleep  on  I  nor  heed  life's  pelting  storms.'' 

IV. 

The  story  of  that  past,  Lorena, 

Alas  !  I  care  not  to  repeat  : 
The  hopes  that  could  not  last,  Lorena, 

They  lived,  but  only  lived  to  cheat. 


'i)*  DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTKR. 

I  would  not  cause  e'en  one  regret 
To  rankle  in  your  bosom  now  ; 

For  "  if  we  try,  we  may  forget," 

Wore  words  of  thine  long  years  ago. 

V. 

\'es.  these  were  words  of  thine,  Loreua, 

They  burn  within  my  memory  yet ; 
They  touched  some  tender  chords,  Lorenu, 

AVhich  thrill  and  tremble  with  regret. 
'Twas  not  thy  wo  nan's  heart  that  spoke  ; 

Thy  heart  was  always  true  to  me : 
A  duty,  stern  and  pressing,  broke 

The  tie  which  linked  my  soul  with  tliee, 

VI. 

U  matters  little  now,  Lorena, 

The  past  is  in  th'  eternal  Past, 
Our  heads  will  soon  lie  low,  Lorena, 

Life's  tide  is  ebbing  out  so  fast. 
There  is  a  Future  !  0,  thank  God! 

Of  life,  this  is  so  small  a  part ! 
'Ti.s  dust  to  dus*-  beneath  the  sod  ; 

]>«t  there,  up  there,  'tis  heart  to  heart. 


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[From  the  Montreal  Advertiser.] 

Stonewall  Jackson. 

Xut  in  the  dim  cathedra], 

Filled  with  the  organ's  tones, 
But  on  the  sward,  beneath  the  trees, 

Through  which  the  sad  wind  moans  ^ 
Where  spurs  and  sabre  clank, 

And  chargers  paw  the  ground, 
And  the  bronzed  and  bearded  troopers  kneol, 

Silent  and  stern  around. 


DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER.  »^ 

llience,  to  the  Heaven  ascending, 

Breathes  forth  as  earnest  prayer 
As  ever,  from  the  towering  roof, 

The  angels  upward  bear; 
When  the  bloody  toil  of  battle 

Is  o'er,  and  the  fight  is  won, 
And  the  dying  gaze  from  their  last  red  field, 

Upon  the  smoke-dimmed  sun. 

And  he,  the  war-worn  chieftain. 

Willi  bowed  and  humbled  head, 
Pours  forth  a  pmyer  for  his  native  land. 

For  the  living  and  the  dead; 
In  siglit  of  the  desolated  homes, 

Laid  waste  with  fire  and  sword, 
Of  the  wounded  and  slain,  he  bids  them  turn. 

To  the  eternal  Lord. 

He  pr^iys  for  the  wives  and  mothers, 

(Worthy  of  ancient  Rome,) 
Who  watch,  in  the  gathering  night,  for  tb<j^o 

Who  will  never  more  come  home  ! 
Old  grey-haired  men,  bloe  children  weep. 

And  boys  press  nearer  still; 
The  wounded  open  their  fading  eyes, 

And  forget  the  warning  chill. 

He  prays  for  their  bleeding  country, 

The  wronged  and  outraged  South, 
.\nd  the  grim  stern  hx)k  of  vengeanco 

Gatliers  around  each  mouth  ; 
He  thanks  the  God  of  battles, 

For  his  blessing  in  time  of  need. 
And  he  asks  for  the  help  of  that  strong  right  nrH. 

Until  the  land  is  freed. 

Next  day,  where  the  fight  is  thickest, 

And  the  bayonets  clash  and  meet, 
Where  the  shell  and  round  shot  hiss  and  scream. 

And  the  bullets  come  thick  as  sleet 


oO  .   DIXIE    LAND    SONGbTER.  .'■'^ft 

Jackson  will  lead  the  foremost  charge, 

Till  the  routed  foemen  feel, 
In  flank  and  rear  the  avenging  stroke 

Of  the  trenchant  Southern  steel. 

The  moonlight  gleams  on  the  cannon, 

And  the  scouts  go  galloping  bj; 
The  watch  fires  glare  through  the  gloomy  trees, 

And  redden  the  quiet  sky ; 
The  spirit  of  prayer  has  strengthened  all 

Who  live  on  that  gory  field, 
"Where  patriots  vow,  on  their  unbought  swords, 

To  die — but  ne'er  to  yield. 


New  Red,  White  and  Blue.— Soutii?:rx. 

"  Missouri  is  the  pride  of  the  nation, 

The  hope  of  the  brave  and  the  free ; 
The  Confederacy  will  furnish  the  rations, 

But  the  fighting  is  trusted  to  thee. 
For  brave  boys  your  soil  has  been  noted. 

And  your  flag  has  been  trusted  to  you; 
For  Freedom  you  have  not  voted. 

But  you  fight  for  the  Red,  White  and  Blue. 

CnORus— 

Throe  cheers  for  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 

Three  cheers  and  the  rights  of  the  South  forpver. 
Three  cheers,  &c. 

"  The  Stars  still  shine  bright  in  the  Heaven, 

But  the  stripes  should  be  trailed  in  the  dust ; 
For  they  are  no  longer  the  haven 

Of  the  brave,  of  the  free,  of  the  just, 
The  Bars  now  in  triumph  shall  wave, 

O'er  the  land  of  the  faithful  and  true; 
O'er  the  home  of  the  Southern  brave. 

Shall  float  the  New  Red,  White  and  Blue. 
CiTOiius — Three  cheers,  &c. 


DIXIE    LAND    SONGSTER.  61 

All  Quiet  Along  the  Potomac  To- 
Night. 

i        "  '  .-  [>oetical  gem  we  copy  from  a  Western  paper.    The 

oriV'  '1  in  the  pocket  of  a  "volunteer -who  died  in  camp  on 

the   .  "• 

alopc;  Ao  Potomac,"  they  say, 
^  _  1  now  And  then  a  stray  picket 

Is  ?init,  as  he  walk.s  on  his  heat  to  and  fro, 

l>y  a  rifleman  liid  in  the  thicket." 
Tis  nothing — a  private  or  two.  now  and  then, 

Will  not  count  in  the  news  of  the  hattle ; 
\' ^   III  ftfficer  lost — only  one  of  the  men — 

M   ;iriin;j;  out,  alLalobe,  the  death  rattle. 
Ml  quiet  alotif^  thlT*otomac  to-night.  ., 

Where  the  soldiers  lie  peacefully  dreaming : 
Their  tent.*  in  the  rays  of  the  clear  autumn  nifM»n, 

Or  the  light  of  the  watch  fires  are  gleaming. 
\  tremulous  sigh  as  th<»  gentle  night  wind  . 

Through  the  forest  leaves  slowly  is  creepimr: 
While  the  stars  up  ahovc,  with  their  glittering  eyo.-. 

Keep  guard — for  the  army  is  sleeping. 
There's  only  the  sound  of  the  lone  ppntrv's  frf*.! 

As  he  tramps  from  the  n»ck  to  tl, 
\nd  thinks  of  the  two  on  the  low  tn 

Far  away  in  the  cot  on  the  mountain  ; 
I  lis  musket  falls  slack — his  face  dark  and  griir 

Grows  gentle  with  memories  tender, 
As  he  mutters  a  prayer  for  the  children  a>»leo[ 

For  their  mother,  may  Heaven  defend  her. 
The  moon  g^ems  to  shine  as  brightly  as  then, 

That  night  when  the  love  vet  unspoken 
Leaped  up  to  his  lips,  and  -when  low  murmuri' 

Were  pledged,  to  be  ever  unbroken  : 
hen  drawing  his  sleeve  roughly  over  hi- 

He  dashes  off  tears  that  are  wellia  r 


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